Pilgrims

We were pilgrims to the great city one who's culture is globally abundant all types live there Big name giants Equal minded intellectuals Rights activists aplenty Kings of poetry and literature Envious dealers of intensity Laymen wishing to emulate Espresso madmen doing caffeinated jigs Young men smoking and drinking life We traveled by metal camel roars replaced by motor-sounds unpacked and unassuming went from one seller of books to the next increasing our brains our addiction for the word, the line, the rhyme, the poetry of the greats that we love and revere they speak to us still even though many are long disposed by their own hands, others or natural fire escapes. Still we learn from them the best class in town Kerouach, Burroughs, Bukowski Ginsberg, Plath, Frost, Yeats, Rumi, Hafiz, Elliot, they and others are all invited once consumed by the crowd advice given by Pot-Dealer not the drug, the ceramic college education a must he says-for sure I say-summary of course Black Man with sign yelled at by stressed out White fed up with himself no doubt we backlash to "Pakistan-India" the food amazing down our throats, our voices speaking of amazing things. We bounce off of each other as two friends should. We relate and yet inspire each other in our own unique way we have a distinct voice style process so did Rumi and Shams yet we, like them embrace the world with our similar views and passions Fruit that shine different shades yet shine united in the cool California sun Differences can be united Friendship can cross all bounds of material fences this is why this pilgrimage is perfect. United together and with the world. All expressing our very real dance with the universe. For Ross.